Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.